The Room

I stand in our room,
and you are gone.
Tell me my Love,
why am I alone?

Is it my fault,
did I treat you badly?
Am I the reason,
you left so sadly?

I stand in our room,
nothing here but your smell.
Will you come back to me,
only time will tell.

Could I have prevented,
you from leaving?
Is it right or wrong,
that I’m still grieving?

I stand in our room,
where you once did sleep.
Tell me my Love,
why do I weep?

Was it so important,
that you had to go?
Did you not realize,
that I loved you so?

I stand in our room,
where you once stood.
Want you come back to me?
I wish you would.

Is there anything at all,
that I can do?
Besides constant reminders,
that I do, indeed, love you…